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Thursday, December 15, 2011

Later As The Mirror Told its Tale

Another productive day but I'm pushing it and getting cranky. Boy do I pressure myself, and for no good reason. When you curse at condensed milk because it's pouring too slowly, it's time for a mental health check. Or a drink. Or both.

Accident that turned out good- I grabbed a bottle that I thought was vanilla (I buy things in bulk so no labels) and poured some into the Irish cream mix in the making. Not vanilla, almond! And good. Not the same, but good anyway.

It seems crazy that it's past 4 and already getting dark. Wasn't it 9 a.m. like an hour ago? I look around and see what's done that wasn't done this morning and it's good. Presents are almost all wrapped and the tree is near done (why can't I ever leave it alone?) and there's still 9 days to go. It just seems closer than it is. When we were kids nothing at all would be this close to finish so early. We wouldn't even have a tree yet!

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No early night here...we have the wee man to take to Beavers and then, I want to bake some cookies. I am in the mood for macaroons with chocolate drizzle. Try to relax, Christmas will come if you are ready or not and it will still be all right.

ooooo, macaroons, the nice grandma of comfort cookies. The Muffinpantses stopped by on the way to pick up their granddaughter. It's lovely to see the grands so involved these days. Have fun tonight.I know you're right, of course. It's that little elf in my head yelling, "Run!" that I have to ignore.